Ha, I just realized how short that last chapter was, I'm sorry! I think it's time we start seeing some scary and exciting stuff in this story. As always, thank you, you beautiful people for reading!

[Evolet's POV]

"Have you gone completely mad?" Hermione shouted at Harry. All the other students standing around now focused their attention on the four of us, all intrigued with our conversation.

I tugged at the end sleeves of my sweater farther down; it was oddly cold this time of month. The sky was in the midst of night, where the stars were still hidden but the sky was now becoming a darker blue. Ron, Hermione, Harry and I had just gotten out of a late apparition lesson located outside of the castle, where first year students were having broom riding lessons.

"Hermione, we could easily stop Malfoy before something terrible happens to Hogwarts!" Harry protested.

"Guys," I said stepping in between both of them, "it was my decision."

Ron took out a chocolate frog from his robe, "what was?"

"Evolet is getting closer to Malfoy." Hermione stated before I could open my mouth.

A piece of chocolate violently spit out from Ron's mouth, "are you bloody mad?"

"Yes." Hermione aggressively said.

"No." Harry protested.

"It was my choice!" My voice was louder than I even expected.

Ron shrugged his shoulders, "what's the point of getting closer to that no good, spoiled brat?"

"Malfoy knows about Voldemort. If I find out crucial pieces of information from him then maybe-"

"We can stop Voldemort." Harry interrupted.

Hermione's brown eyes shifted over to me, "let's just hope certain emotions don't get in the way."

I raised my hands in a defensive manner, "they won't."

"Evolet," Hermione's voice was getting back into her usual mature tone, "plenty of good wizards have succumbed to the dark side due to people they trusted."

"Well it's a good thing I have you three to save me from dark cloaks and silver masks" I smiled to Hermione, to reassure not only her but me also.

The game I was about to play with Malfoy was dangerous and I knew it. I had to get close to a boy who hated me, but if I played my cards right I could luckily gain his trust. There were two scenarios that could occur once I began my game. Draco could either find out my real reason to getting close to him, or I could end up succumbing to him.

But I would never give in.

I could never give in.

I will never give in.

"Guys," Ron's skittish voice knocked me back to reality, "look."

Harry, Hermione and I all followed where Ron's finger was pointing and a state of shock started to boil in my veins.

The grass before us was starting to freeze over, the tress and new spring flowers were beginning to die and fall abruptly to the ground. The little stream next to us that was formed by the rain was now a small stream of ice that looked like it was glowing.

I could feel the air turn to almost a freezing temperature as charcoal clouds rolled in and covered the sky like a fast and harsh wave. The air around us became tense, I could feel the panic and fear rise in the other three around me.

"What's going on?" My voice barely made out.

Hermione slowly reached for her wand in her pocket, "it can't be-"

"They aren't allowed here," Ron interrupted.

My body began to shake in fear of the unknown, "What aren't?"

"Dementors." Harry gulped

The word instantly sent a sting up my spine. I remembered the stories and reading about this deathly, cloaked beings. They were soulless and evil. My head instantly filled with the words Remus once told me about these foul beings;

"You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."

Noticing Ron and Harry reach for their wands, I quickly grabbed mine and held it up in the best self defensive manner.

Within seconds, dozens of cloaked figures were soaring through the air, inching closer to us and killing any sense of happiness around us. The first year students behind us were screaming and running into the castle, but I knew they all couldn't make it inside fast enough. They didn't even know the spell or how to defend themselves against these spawns of evil.

"Everyone get ready!" Harry yelled as he stretched his arm out as far as he could in front of him.

My wand began to nervously shake, truth be told I didn't know if I was even ready to face these things for the first time. It was too late to run and escape, the four of us were the only ones who could defend not only ourselves but the frightened first year students.

My heartbeat was racing out of control as the dementors were now only feet away from us, reading to suck our souls.

"NOW!" Harry shouted.

[Inside Hogwarts]

Pansy Parkinson casually strolled the halls of Hogwarts while her mind was racing with ideas. She beyond hated the fact that Draco was giving all the attention to Evolet. Even if he hated her, Pansy was still jealous that he even showed emotion to that half-muggle witch. Pansy was perfect for Draco. She was a Slytherin, pure blood, smart, self-indulged and not against the dark wizards taking over the school. What did Evolet have that she didn't?

Oh yeah, Draco Malfoy.

There was no way Pansy was going to let this relationship slide by her. She knew what had to be done and was in no way letting some filthy Gryffindor girl take away her desires. It would only be a matter of time before Draco was hers and the only way to achieve this goal was to get rid of the person in the middle of them.

Smiling to herself, Pansy violently pushed open the library doors while managing to knock over a couple of Ravenclaw girls. She headed straight for the back of the library to find the perfect book that would aide her in her skillful and clever plan.

"Evolet will be no more." Pansy happily told herself.

[Outside the stone wall]

Draco was hit with satisfaction as he left the room of requirement. He was near the end of completing the Dark Lords tasks and he could taste the sweet victory. There was no denying his fear; if he didn't finish quickly then he would be finished by Voldemort himself. The immense amount of pressure he was feeling was affecting his every thought, action and even his school work. He lashed out to those he once befriended, he even hid his feelings from his mother and became distant to everyone; even himself. Each time the pale boy looked into the mirror he could barley recognize himself. He was weary, uncomfortable and especially nervous – a feeling he wasn't use to. But oh how he loved the high power he now grasped in his hands. Soon, wizards would be bowing down to him. He would go in the history books as the most daring wizard and move his way up in the ranks of the Dark Lord. Finally, his father would be proud of him.

Hearing a loud, cracking noise next to him, Draco sharply turned his head to the window. The glass was frosting over and a thin layer of ice now was covering it. He peered through the light ice to make out the scene outside. Images of students were on the lawn, wands ready, facing numerous dark and shadowy figures.

Draco smirked to himself as he saw the students preparing to fight off dementors.

"Let the games begin."